now open for business!

[jack_of_spades]

[Right, so anyone exploring the Radiant Plane might eventually encounter a sign that reads, in nice big, and bold black letters, MIDNIGHTON. If anyone was wondering why Slick hadn't introduced himself properly, aside from popping up whenever someone else introduces himself, this is why.

He's been busy building a small city in the space he's claimed. Despite this, all the streets and buildings are blocked off - save one. It's right on the edge of his space, so anyone can freely enter and exit. A sign reads in rather flashy neon MIDNIGHTON BAR LOUNGE. Below the sign, a smaller one reads NOW OPEN FOR BUSINESS.

Inside, there's chairs and tables set up. A considerable variety of nondescript carapacians, both white-shelled and black-shelled, staff the place. There's also a number of them milling about, though they're clearly nonsentient constructs. A piano's been set up towards the middle of the massive room, and Slick himself is there, playing some songs of his own composition.

Further inside, past the piano, is the Lounge half of the place. Armchairs and low tables are spaced out considerably in this half, with the music from the bar half only barely drifting in. Fewer carapacians lounge about, their mindless chatter providing a calming background noise.

One should also note, of course, that even if you came in at ground level, the lounge area somehow has massive glass windows that give way to a stunning view of the cityscape outside.

And...everyone who cares to receive it should be getting a voice-only message telepathically now.]

so this is spades slick
god of hatred and all that
some o' ya know me, some o' ya don't
anyway i got a bar over here that needs customers
and in case ya didn't get the hint
my bar's open for business
ya want a drink i got drinks
ya wanna relax i got it covered
so mosey yer asses on over here all quick like
and hey since it's opening night, i'll even play a song fer ya all
how's that?
8)


[Cue some piano music coming through the connection.]

Comments

[redfiend]

[A bar, eh? He doesn't really need to drink now but you know, old habits die hard and all, so here he is. Checking it out.

He's got to admit, whomever build this doesn't have bad taste at all. Guess he'll be sticking around for a while.

He orders a glass of beer and sits himself off to the side. He's aware that it's not going to help him any and that others will most likely come talk to him but he hopes he has some quiet time before that happens.]

[jack_of_spades]

[He's just gonna ignore the other two weirdos for now, focusing on this guy instead. Yup, never seen an alien like this before.

There aren't enough customers yet for him to feel like putting all his effort into the music, so he'll just leave the piano to one of his constructs and saunter his way over, plopping down on the seat across Dante. Hey, he literally runs this town, he's got all the right to do that.]

So! Which fucker are ya?

[redfiend]

[Dante looks up. He knew that was going to happen but it still doesn't please him much. Instead of picking a fight about it, though, he's just going to take a drink of his beer before actually answering anything.]

Apparently the God of Humanity. Name's Dante.

course he doesnt introduce himself

[jack_of_spades]

[Slick grins, waving a nearby Prosptian over and claiming a drink from the tray it's carrying. He waves it away again, before taking a nice long sip from his own.]

God o' Humanity, hm? Enjoyin' the place?

[redfiend]

[Dante shrugs.]

Guess it's alright. Sure as hell draining though.

[But, he's kind of talking from an introverted perspective, so...]

So what are you?

[Fuck you, slick. I'm going to get your name out of you yet!!!!]

[jack_of_spades]

Eh, I can see where you're comin' from.

And I'm a Dersite.

[You asked what.]

[redfiend]

Dersite? Never heard of it.

[jack_of_spades]

'Course ya haven't. Ya ain't a Player of the game. And 'fore ya ask, I can't tell ya what that game is.

[redfiend]

Uh, okay. Glad to see this group has quite a few of non humans... all things considered, that is.

[He's going to go back to that beer now and..then put it down. He's forgotten to ask something, didn't he? Oh right.]

... By the way, what is your name?

[jack_of_spades]

[He leans back then props his feet right up on the table (he's short enough for it to work comfortably), then downs his drink. Another Dersite conveniently passes by to take the glass from him. He smirks at Dante.]

Name's Spades Slick.

[redfiend]

Spades Sli---Oh.

[He'll casually go back to his drink. Give him a few moments to recover from feeling stupid.]

... Nice place you got here.

[jack_of_spades]

[He looks amused, grabbing another drink to sip from.]

Good ta hear ya like it. Guys like me gotta keep up wit' the customers, y'know? Check if everythin's to their satisfaction.